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Hmm.
[This is me, not talking about the evil, evil Spike/RayK bunny that is going to singlehandedly cause me to flunk out 2 credits short of graduation AND prevent me from ever finishing the Counting the Days sequel...]
So I've been adding country songs from my rather eclectic mp3 collection into my playlist, and... what is it about country songs? I mean, the man says,
I'd be better off in a pine box
On a slow train back to Georgia
Or in the grey walls of a prison, doing time,
I think I'd rather die and go to hell and face the devil
Than to lie here with you and him together on my mind.
Which is your basic jealous murder/suicide fantasy in a nutshell. But it's a country song, so it just sounds innocently maudlin. Weird.
So I've been adding country songs from my rather eclectic mp3 collection into my playlist, and... what is it about country songs? I mean, the man says,
I'd be better off in a pine box
On a slow train back to Georgia
Or in the grey walls of a prison, doing time,
I think I'd rather die and go to hell and face the devil
Than to lie here with you and him together on my mind.
Which is your basic jealous murder/suicide fantasy in a nutshell. But it's a country song, so it just sounds innocently maudlin. Weird.